And he said to himself
in a sunken morning moon
between two pines
between lost gold and lingering green:
I believe I will count up my worlds
There seem to me to be three
There is a world I came from, which is Number One
There is a world I am in now, which is Number Two
There is a world I go to next, which is Number Three
There was the seed pouch, the place I lay dark in, nursed and shaped in a warm, red, wet cuddling place.
There is the place I am in now, where I look back and look ahead, and dream in wonder.
There is the next place-
And he took a look out the window
at a sunken morning moon
between two pines,
between lost gold and lingering green
2007-03-11
16:40:51
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